I'm Shima Babaei,
a 24-year-old Iranian human rights activist. I was arrested several times by
the security forces for my peaceful activities and sentenced to six years in prison.
At the present time, I’m living in Turkey as a refugee with my husband Dariush
Zand, who is also a human rights activist. Unfortunately, we have both been
forced to leave our country for our safety.
I was in the first year of
my high school when the bloody election protests of 2009 began in Iran. I was
fifteen years old at the time. My father, who has an extensive background of
arrests and torture due to his activism, had recently been arrested once again,
after the interrogators forced his friend to confess to them about his
political activities.
My father had been in
solitary confinement for four months and was severely tortured. During those four months, we had been
deprived from visiting him. Watching him suffer had a huge impact on me. I
became familiar with the meaning of the words, injustice, oppression, and
torture. His imprisonment determined the path for the rest of my life. I
knew I could no longer be silent. I must stand up against oppression! My activism began with writing anti-government
slogans on the walls of my school. When I turned 17, I was outraged when
watching the films of those killed in the 2009 protests, especially the death
of Neda Agha-Soltan. I was so inspired by her courage that I wished that
I could die like her in order for my country to gain freedom.
I remember that the first
time I went with a friend to the gravesites of those killed in the 2009
protests, we were immediately arrested by government agents. We were
interrogated for several hours and then transferred to Evin prison. They found
out about my father’s background and forced me to sign a pledge to never engage
in these activities again and then they released us.
A few weeks later, I
decided I could not abide by this pledge and had to continue speaking out. I
began attending the meetings of political activist Atena Daemi. Atena was very outspoken against forced child
labor and the death penalty. Unfortunately, our meetings were raided by
government agents and five of my best friends were arrested. However, since I
was employed at the time and unable to attend all of the meetings, I was very
fortunate to escape arrest.
My first official
detention took place in 2016. I was transferred to solitary confinement by the
Revolutionary Guards and subjected to several days of intense interrogation and
psychological torture. Due to intense pressure by the Media, I was released.
My last arrest by the
Ministry of Intelligence took place in 2018. I was transferred to Evin Prison
and kept in solitary confinement. My husband, Dariush had also been arrested
and sent to prison by security forces. Upon my arrival to prison, a prison
officer demanded me to remove my clothes and get naked. When I resisted, she
violently ripped my clothes off and gave me a pair of dirty prison garments to
wear. One of my biggest problems in prison was insomnia. They refused to give
me any drugs, but toward the end they began injecting me with an unknown drug
that caused me to be extremely ill.
During the interrogations
I was blindfolded and only allowed to raise it up from covering my eyes in
order to write down the answers to their questions. I was in Ward 2A and every
morning after breakfast I was escorted to the detention room for another 10-hour
day of grueling interrogations. During my eight-day imprisonment, I was
interrogated for 80 hours by the IRGC (Iran Revolutionary Guard) After my
temporary release, I was summoned to the IRGC’s Provisional Bureau twelve times
and interrogated face to face for three to four hours at a time. Fortunately, I
was not physically beaten, but my interrogator would severely kick the base of
the chair I was sitting on and strike me in the head with his pen, demanding me
to write out my confession of political activities. After my release I couldn’t
trust anyone and became paranoid that security guards were eavesdropping on my
conversations. I isolated myself from people at this time and became depressed
because of the trauma I had endured.
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I could see myself sitting
in the cold and in the darkness, waiting for my husband to be released from
prison. I anxiously paced back and forth in the waiting room and suddenly saw
my father rushing towards me. I saw intense sadness in my mother’s eyes as she
extended her hand toward me. I looked down and saw myself handcuffed and began
running in fear. I gasped for breath and suddenly awoke. Darius was
tugging at my clothes, struggling to wake me up from my nightmare!
“The smuggler is here.
We must go!”
I
forced myself to get up because of my husband’s urgings, but I didn’t want to
go! I was hoping someone would come and say, “You can both stay in Iran.
There is no danger for you!” All I wanted to do was hug my mother and cry,
but reality set in and we both quickly left with the smuggler.
The smuggler had to leave
us in the border mountains of Iran and Turkey and we were arrested by border
guards. This was the darkest trial of my life. I had resisted leaving my
homeland and now once again I had been arrested. After five days we were both
handed over to the Immigration Police. Dariush and I were separated. For one
month, I couldn’t eat and became violently ill. The horrifying reality of being
deported back to Iran took a heavy psychological toll on me. It was because of
the Islamic Republic that we had been banned from education, tortured and
arrested. Our lives had become a living hell!